#like holy shit I can’t stop thinking about it

[melrodrigo]

music nerds

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jenna stumbles upon a tiny vinyl shop, and thinks the employee is mighty cute.

A/n: here it is nerds, my first jenna fic. Was in a silly goofy mood, I miss my babygirl so.

It started at the vinyl shop. You, rearranging the different records into the correct sections, stood humming absentmindedly to the tune of the song playing.

“How’s my favorite employee of the month doing?” Your coworker (and best friend) Harry pipes up, leaning on the shelves opposite you.

“You can stop calling me that, we both know the only reason I got crowned this month was because you missed six days and I had to cover for your ass.” You mumble, slightly annoyed. It had been a long day, with customers shuffling in and out without ever buying anything. It didn’t help that the only customers Harry attended to were girls he thought were cute.

He nudges you a little, trying to prompt you away from rearranging the vinyls.

When you don’t answer, he huffs a little and then makes his way to the back—no doubt about to take a nap—where he’ll stay until closing time.

You sigh softly, shaking your head.

Even though you loved Harry to shreds, you hated being his coworker. He could be trusted with nothing.

You move over to the next section, swaying a little to the tune, losing yourself in the music.

You’re aware of the jingle of the bell that indicates someone has entered as you shuffle through the records.

They could take care of themselves for just a few minutes, you reckon.

Soft footsteps sound from behind you, and the sound of someone putting a stop to the music makes you frown. Then, there’s a tiny scratching noise before the melody of I am Controlled By Your Love by Helene Smith sounds through the tiny store.

You can’t help the tiny smile that envelops your face; and the surprise that echos through your mind. You’d just found out about this song, while scrolling through a playlist someone had made for your celebrity crush, Jenna Ortega.

Apparently she liked the song, if you remembered correctly from watching one of her interviews passingly.

“Great choice.” You tell whoever put it on, still not turning to face them.

“Thanks, I’m surprised this place has it. I’ve been looking for weeks.” A girl answers, and it sounds vaguely familiar.

“Well, we sure do. One of the best vinyl stores in the country if I do say so myself.” You smile, finally finishing tampering with the discs and turn to your customer.

It takes everything in you to not gasp out loud—standing in front of you was the Jenna Ortega.

You feel your hands grip the shelves just a little tighter, and you prayed to god that Jenna didn’t see the blush very quickly climbing up your neck.

“One of the best, huh?” She smiles, and you swear you could feel your heart physically melt.

She looks, if not better, exactly like in the pictures. It’s surreal, this person you see almost everyday on your phone, standing in front of you.

She’s wearing a black turtleneck sweater and some baggy jeans. There are sunglasses blocking her eyes, maybe to try to avert attention, but you could tell in an instant who she was.

You think she knows too, by the way she’s smirking a little.

“Yeah, and there are a ton of artists just like the one you just put on, at the back corner over there.” You point with shaky fingers, cursing yourself for looking so stupid.

She nods and disappears further into the store, and you breathe out in relief.

Holy shit! Jenna Ortega!

You place a hand over your heart, reminding yourself to be normal and check if you’re still breathing.

“Uh-I’m sorry. I couldn’t find it. Where did you say?” She pops her head out from one of the shelves, cocking her head to the side.

You grab your bearings, determined to not make a fool of yourself.

You were an employee. Just an employee helping out a confused customer.

“It’s hard to find, believe me I know.” You smile reassuringly, sauntering over to where she was standing.

“Here, just follow me.” You say, weaving through the maze that was this tiny vinyl store.

She bumps into you a few times, saying a soft sorry as she does. You placate her worries with soft it’s okays everytime she does.

“Ahah! Right here. My pride and joy.” You beam, getting used to having her so close and relaxing.

“What would you recommend?” She muses, flicking through the artists.

“Well, I’m a Beatles girl myself,” You tell her, looking over the records, “but I am a sucker for The Mamas & The Papas.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, and you hold your hands up in defeat.

“I know, I know! I’m a mainstream whore.” You say before you can stop yourself, something definitely inappropriate to say to a customer.

Jenna lets out a little giggle, fast like she can’t help herself.

You take the opportunity to keep talking, since she seems interested in the music over here.

“But, there is another artist somewhere here, I think you’ll like.” You wink, then mentally face palm yourself.

You turn back to the records in order to hide your expression, finally finding the guy you were looking for.

“Frank Zappa.” You explain as you hand it over to her. “An instrumental.”

She looks at it thoughtfully, inspecting the album art; then looks up at you and smiles. Her brown eyes make you want to cry and scream, but you keep your composure.

“You have nice eyes.” She murmurs, eyes flickering over your face. Then, just as fast, she turns away and walks back the way you came.

“What just happened.” You breathe once she’s out of earshot, carefully walking back to the cashier.

She’s waiting, texting someone on her phone.

When you slide up behind the counter, all flirty smiles, she tilts her head.

“Took you long enough.” She teases, scrunching her nose in embarrassment unconsciously.

You stutter endlessly, trying and failing to come up with an excuse. It all comes out in one jumbled poor excuse of a sentence that you try to cover up with a cough.

You slide her things over and scan them, not daring to look at her probably smug face.

“That’s all.” You say, somewhat bashfully, stealing a glance back at her.

Her eyes flicker with something you can’t quite place, but something you can certainly feel. Warmth envelops you whole, your knees turning into jelly.

You put her stuff into a plastic bag, hand them over, and bite back the hitch of breath when your hand grazes hers.

She bites her lip thoughtfully, shifting on her feet. The bag is in her hands now, she’s free to leave.

But still, she stands there, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something.

You try and prompt her out of her thoughts, murmur a quiet, “Anything else?” and watches as she takes out her phone and pushes it to your side of the desk.

“Yeah. Your number.” She squeaks, blushing a faint pink. She clears her throat and says it again, in a tone deeper than before.

It takes absolutely everything in you to keep your mouth shut. It desperately desperately wants to drop, not quite computing what is really happening.

You take it before she can change her mind, quickly jamming in your number and taking a quick photo for the profile.

She beams as you hand it back to her, not bothering to stop the cheeky satisfied smile that wants to take over her lips.

“I’ll see you soon, yeah?” She asks, and you nod adamantly, forgetting all pretense of chill.

“Right. Uh huh. Super!” You call out as she makes her way out the door, shaking her head at your dorkiness.

“Holy shit!” You yell this time, breathing out a huge sigh of relief you didn’t even know you were holding.

You’re rooted to the spot, afraid that if you move you’ll wake up and this’ll all be a dream.

“Wha-What happened?” Harry comes tumbling out the back door, plastic baseball bat in hand.

You lock eyes with him and let yourself fall down into the nearest chair, all wild eyes.

“I just got Jenna Ortega’s number!” You tell him, letting your hands run through your hair, happy and stressed.

His eyes narrow, then he shoots you a lopsided smirk.

“Sure you did.” He says, letting the baseball bat fall beside him, guard down.

“No Harry, she really came in here! And asked me for my number!” You yell, exasperated.

You can tell he doesn’t really believe you, but all it takes is one good look at your face, all white and red at the same time, and he’s widening his eyes comically wide.

“No fucking way.” He gushes, sliding over to sit beside you. He practically preens over you, all questioning eyes.

“Well what did you do?” He pushes, waiting for you to elaborate.

You tell him the whole story, slightly reveling in his reactions. He never fails to make you laugh at his comments.

“So…what now?” Harry asks after a minute, raising his eyebrows.

You sigh. “I don’t know, I guess I’m gonna have to wait for her to call me. Who knows how long that’s gonna take.”

“Well, you better be ready for her when she does. Oh my god we so need to do a makeover.” He rambles, turning on his phone to look at hairdressers nearby. You lean back into your chair, overwhelmed.

For now, you’re worry-less. Jenna Ortega just asked for your number, and you think you couldn’t be luckier. The only thing to do now was wait, and so you do.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega imagine #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader

[rebelfell]

He would absolutely lose his mind…

18+, MDNI for a li’l filth at the end

“Shit, that one’s good…so is that one…oh, holy fuck…”

You giggled softly at Eddie, teeth pinching the end of the straw stuck in the milkshake you were sipping in the passenger seat of his van as you leaned back against the door to watch him.

His own sat abandoned in the cup holder, condensation beading on the outside of a cup from a fast food chain neither of you had heard of. He sat way forward in his seat, hunched over your phone as he poured through the photos you’d taken of him sitting on, in his words—

“The most metal fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life.”

You had happened upon the chair and the thrift shop it resided in purely by happenstance. It was supposed to be just a quick stop for gas and to stretch your legs on your trip back to Hawkins.

But then you saw the sign for the consignment store at the other end of the strip mall. And just as you turned to ask Eddie if he felt like checking it out, you found he was already headed for it.

The place wasn’t anything special, the only thing they had worth any note was…The Chair.

It was tucked way in a far corner, likely so as not to scare away potential customers. You couldn’t imagine anyone in this tiny and random town having the kind of reaction to it Eddie was.

You found him staring at it raptly. Practically in a trance, his jaw just about skimming the linoleum. And you knew it had to be serious when he turned to you with a bashful smile and sheepishly asked if you would take his picture.

Taking his picture quickly turned into art directing him—taking what felt like a thousand photos, quietly coaching him to change his pose or turn more towards the light; crouching down to get as many angles as you could without drawing the attention of the lone employee at the front.

And for once in his life, Eddie actually sat still?

He let you snap away to your heart's content, not protesting in the slightest or pulling any silly faces or jumping up as soon as you hit the shutter so he came out as just a blurry blob.

It was like Christmas.

But as the perfect fading golden light dissipated and you remembered you wouldn’t get back to Hawkins until at least midnight as it was…you regretfully called for an end to the shoot.

And then had to tempt him with the promise of milkshakes and fries, figuring (correctly) that you might have to throw him over your shoulder and carry him out yourself otherwise.

“Can’t believe I wore my Garfield shirt today of all days,” he muttered, still scrolling trying to see if there was a picture showing the least of the cartoon cat splayed across his chest.

“Shoulda just taken it off,” you told him with a teasing smile. “That would have been hot.”

Eddie rolled his eyes at that, but you were still rewarded with a smattering of pink that colored the tops of his cheeks. The blood pulsing beneath his skin now making it warm to the touch as you leaned across the gap between the seats and your lips brushed against it in a kiss.

“This would make a really sick album cover,” he said, diverting your attention back to the photos.

“Oh, by far, the sickest,” you nodded. Only, like, 30% mocking him at this point.

He ginned and reached out a hand to pinch at your belly and make you squeal with laughter. He then nodded at the rear of the van that was filled to the brim with the reason for this impromptu trip—a metric fuck-ton of recording equipment he’d bought on the cheap from a studio that had declared bankruptcy and gone out of business.

"Guess we don't exactly have room to haul it anyhow," he sighed.

“I don’t think anyone is shelling out $1200 dollars for it anytime soon.” You told him with a scrunch of your nose and a smile. “I bet it’s still here after you record a demo and get all famous. And then you'll be up to your ears in skull thrones.”

Eddie smirks, nodding along and matching your playful smile as he finally hands back your phone so you can get back to your journey.

And you knew he was still thinking about it hours later, when you two finally got back to his trailer in the dead of night. The second he was able, he’d hauled you onto his lap, all needy for your soft warmth to surround him even after being together all day long.

He bounced you eagerly on his lap, and you watched the wheels turning in his head, just like you had from the moment he sat himself on the recliner instead of the couch.

“You’re thinking about your throne, aren’t you?” you cooed, all breathy in his ear. “Wish you were fucking me on a pile of skulls?”

“Ye-yeah,” he grits out, only getting more lost in his own head imagining it. "Yeah, I fuckin' do,"

He can almost feel the intricate carvings on the seat of the chair imprinting on his ass. And, god you’d look so fucking hot gripping those horns coming out of the skull at the top, holding on for dear life as you rode him into oblivion.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck—”

The visual and your encouragement has him finishing embarrassingly fast, whimpering and moaning into your neck through the whole thing. His spend dribbles out of you, trickling down to collect in a pool on the cushion beneath him.

And suddenly you’re a little glad you couldn’t bring the chair home, because those vertebrae would be a pain and a half to keep clean.

#thrift shop eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb

[hqbaby]

three — have to be

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

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word count. 2.5k content. profanity, college kids being stupid, some angsty feels

Contrary to popular belief, college isn’t that different from high school. No one magically matures overnight and goes from being a snot-nosed brat to a sophisticated adult. Try as you might, it just isn’t the way things go.

College is essentially just high school on steroids. The cliques are more exclusive, padded with unwritten rules and covert acts of initiation. Bullies are more subtle, if not more vicious. And the gossip? Well, the gossip is just as venomous, and news spreads just as fast.

Today’s item of interest is one for the books: The big breakup between the campus crush and the golden boy who bagged her. How they ended things rather abruptly. And how they’re both already dating different people only three weeks later.

“Apparently, you cheated on him,” Nobara tells you, pulling out the lollipop she has in her mouth. “Or you cheated on him. It depends on who you ask.”

“I heard that you were sleeping with a professor,” Maki says.

You frown at her, adjusting your bag on your shoulders. “Yaga?”

“No.” She grins. “Gakuganji.”

You gag at the thought. Which sicko came up with that? Probably Kento, you think. The prick.

The three of you are on your way to a meeting for a pre-law society you joined back in your first year. You’re not quite sure you want to be a lawyer and Maki’s made it clear that she’s just in it for the parties, but as Nobara says, it’s for the connections.

A lot of college has felt like a complete scam to you, if you’re being honest. The classes are fine enough and you occasionally meet interesting people, but for the most part, you’re well-aware that everyone here’s either just coasting or trying to one-up one another. You can’t complain though. In the end, you’re a part of it all.

“I heard something interesting though,” Nobara says, and there’s a dangerous tone in her voice that has you crawling out of your skin. “More than a few people are saying that you’re dating someone new.”

Maki nods, looking at you with a raised brow. “I heard that too.”

“Someone from the business department apparently,” Nobara adds. “Someone you’re incredibly close with.”

You swallow as your two friends turn to you for an answer to their accusations. You and Sukuna made your sham relationship “official” just a few days ago and you haven’t had the time to tell either of them about it. If you’re being honest, you’ve been avoiding the topic for as long as humanly possible because you already know what they’re going to say about the whole thing.

It’s one thing for you to be friends with him despite their clear dislike of him, it’s an entirely different thing to be dating him. To the public’s knowledge at least.

“I was going to tell you guys about that,” you say quietly.

Nobara gapes, dropping her lollipop on the ground. “You’re fucking with us.”

“Before you say anything—”

“Holy shit!” Maki exclaims. She stops in her tracks and grabs your shoulders, shaking you as if to shock some sense into your system. “No. You’re not doing this.”

“I know Satoru fucked you up, but this is not the way to deal,” Nobara tells you. Her arms are flailing around as she tries to get her point across. She probably thinks you’re in too deep, madly in love with the asshole she’s done nothing but warn you about. “Where’s your phone? You’re breaking up with him right now.”

You can’t help but laugh at your friends’ hysterics. Much to their horror.

Maki’s grip on your tightens. “This is serious, babe. It’s not happening.”

“Will you just let me speak?” you say, the laughter shaking your voice. “I’m not dating Sukuna.”

They both let out a sigh of relief.

“But I am pretending to.”

“What kind of fucked up game are you playing?” Maki demands. She’s let go of you now at least. That’s something. “Explain, bitch.”

You roll your eyes and continue walking straight ahead, forcing the two of them to hurry along after you. “It’s just a thing we’re doing,” you say. “It’s basically a joke.”

Nobara groans. “Well, it’s not funny,” she says. “Why are you doing this?”

“I dunno,” you tell her. “I’m petty, I guess.”

They’re clearly displeased with your non-answer. You realize that it was more than ridiculous trying to hide it from them in the first place. There’s really nothing to hide.

“We went to a party over the weekend,” you say. “And Satoru was there… with Kimi.”

Maki purses her lips, but you can tell that she understands. She understands you more than she wants to. She was there with you before the breakup, she saw how much the whole thing had been weighing on you, and she was there immediately after it happened. She saw just how badly the whole thing wrecked you. She knows that you’re being stupid, but she also knows you.

It’s Nobara who scowls and shakes her head. It’ll take more than that to convince her.

“So?” she says. “Then date one of the many guys who throw themselves at your feet. Or get a girl! You’re due for a girl. Pick literally anyone else but him.”

You chuckle at her insistence, draping your arm over her shoulder and squeezing her against you. “I don’t want anything real right now,” you tell her. “All those people want a real relationship that I’m just not ready for, and they don’t deserve to be led on. Besides, Sukuna’s the only one I trust to do something this stupid with.”

“See, that’s how I know you’re fucked in the head,” she says. “You cannot trust a guy like Sukuna. He’s an ass.”

“He’s also my best friend.”

Nobara hangs her head at that. “You know, I wish I’d met you sooner,” she tells you. “Then, I would’ve gotten you away from that asshole before he got his fangs in.”

“I know him,” you say, leaning your head against her. “You gotta trust me on this.”

She wraps her arm around your waist and holds you tight for a moment, then sighs. “If he tries anything stupid though, I will kill him.”

“I’ll help,” Maki says. She goes in front of you, walking backwards so she can keep her eyes on yours. “You’re sure about this?”

You nod, reaching your hand out to grab hers. “I’m sure,” you say. “And it’s only for a month. I’ll probably be ready to move onto something real by then.”

The meeting has been going on for hours. They’re not usually this bad when all you have to talk about is a fundraiser or a seminar or a statement against the school administration or something menial like that. But the agenda today is loaded.

The trip.

The big trip that everyone in the society always gets worked up over. It’s the big event of the year, a weekend where the whole group goes somewhere new and gets completely wasted. 

It isn’t enough that you do charity work or contribute to the campus life like any other club would. It isn’t enough that you all see each other on a weekly basis to party at someone’s house or head to a bar together. To truly make the “connections” that Nobara speaks of, you have to relocate everyone to a beach or camp in the mountains or get locked together in a cabin in the woods.

It’s for bonding, they say. But with how everyone’s arguing right now, you’re almost worried that the whole group is just going to end up hating each other. Just another part of the college experience as they say.

“We are not going to an active volcano for our trip,” Utahime says. “It’s stupid and, honestly, not fun at all.”

Mahito huffs at that. “What’s more fun than knowing that we could die at any moment?” he asks like it’s a completely normal thing to say. “You guys just want to go to the beach again and that’s boring.”

“Where would we even sleep?” Aoi points out.

Utahime nods and looks at Mahito with venom in her eyes. “Exactly.”

“As if anyone sleeps on these trips anyway.”

You raise your hand. “I vote against the volcano.”

“So where would you have us go?” Mahito asks. “Kento’s house?”

The man in question scoffs. “As if I would ever let you in my house.”

“I think the beach is fine,” Nobara says. “We always have fun there anyway.”

“We went there last year though,” you say against your better judgment. When Nobara looks at you like, How are you not siding with me on this? You mouth a quick “sorry.” Then, “Camping’s fun.”

“Bugs,” Mahito.

“Oh, and you think there isn’t anything gross on a volcano?” Utahime.

“What about Aoi’s cabin?” Kento.

“My dad just sold it.” Aoi.

“I vote beach.” Maki.

“Thank you!” Nobara.

The conversation goes round and round. Everyone has an opinion, everyone has something to say, everyone has something they don’t like or don’t want to do. It seems like the whole thing will never end.

“Ski trip,” you say suddenly. The room goes silent. “We’ve never been before, and it’s doable. The budget’s pretty good this year. I think we could swing it.”

Everyone looks at Kento, the keeper of the books, as he turns to his laptop to crunch the numbers. After a moment of typing, he looks up and nods.

“It’ll have to be after the children’s rights fundraiser though,” he says. “We have to make sure we can make the downpayment on the hall for the kids, but after that…”

Everyone looks at Utahime now, the club president who has the final word on everything. “Fine,” she says eventually. “Ski trip it is.”

There’s a round of “finally”s and “fuck yeah”s and patting each other on the back for a job well-done.

“Now, about the children’s rights fundraiser,” Utahime says. “We should really start planning that.”

Everyone groans and there’s eventually a call for a five-minute break.

“We should really kick Mahito out at this point,” Nobara whispers to you as she rests her head on the table. “He doesn’t even do his job half of the time.”

You pat her head and laugh. “He’s harmless,” you tell her, getting up from your seat. “I’m gonna go pee.”

“I’ll come,” Maki says, following you out the door.

The two of you link your hands together and swing them wildly as you make your way to the restroom, a habit you two formed in freshman year when you refused to be suffocated by the crowds of people going from classroom to classroom. Despite seeming like two completely different kinds of people on the surface, the two of you are just menaces at heart. It’s why you’re such good friends.

As you approach the restroom, you can hear a group of girls talking loudly inside.

“Locker room talk,” Maki says, wiggling her eyebrows at you with a smirk on her lips.

You snort, the voices becoming clearer now.

“You’re so lucky.”

“Is he good in bed?”

“He’s lucky to have you.”

“You guys are so embarrassing.”

You stop in your tracks. The last voice is so familiar, terrifyingly so. It’s a voice you’ve heard from a few feet away. In front of you in a line. In the back of a classroom. On the court, counting out the timing for the next steps of the cheerdance.

“He’s really sweet though,” the voice says. “Just this morning, he showed up at my dorm with a bunch of flowers. He said he got them ‘just because.’”

Maki is watching you with concern, confused by why you’ve suddenly stopped moving, why your breath has seemed to hitch in your throat.

Just because.

A bouquet of now-wilted flowers on your kitchen counter. A teddy bear from a carnival tucked beneath your bed. A tennis racket you made him swear not to buy that showed up in your locker one morning before practice. Just because.

The restroom door swings open and four girls walk out. One of them—

“Kimi.”

The name slips from your mouth before you even realize it. You want the earth to swallow you whole at this moment. For the current to drag you under. For the heavens to crack open.

The girl looks at you with wide eyes. Guilt, you can tell. Pity.

She says your name this time. “Hi,” she says a little nervously. “How are you?”

Just like Maki, her friends watch the situation unfold from a careful distance. Will one of you lunge at the other? Will you pretend to be the best of friends? Should they come closer? Should they stay back?

“I’m doing well,” you tell her. The voice that comes out of you doesn’t feel like your own. You only realize now that you’re smiling. There’s a hint of smugness to it, a hint of callousness, cruelty. “I take it you and Satoru are going strong.”

She seems to catch your tone. Unintentional of course, but she doesn’t know that. All trepidation seems to leave her body, replaced by a similar coldness. “Yeah, we are,” she says. “I hear you and Sukuna are an item now.”

You try not to cringe at the implication. You’ve traded Satoru, the golden boy, for Sukuna, the bad idea. No point regretting it now.

“Yeah,” you say. End this now, you think. “Well, Maki and I have a meeting to get back to.”

“Oh, sure,” she says sweetly, stepping out of your way. Her friends follow suit. “See you around.”

You take Maki’s hand and wave at the girl as she passes by. “See you.”

The two of you walk into the restroom and let the door close behind you. You’re looking at each other now, breathing deeply as you hear the girls outside walk away.

“That was fucking insane,” Maki finally says.

“Tell me about it.”

You both burst out laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation. It’s not a big deal, if you’re thinking logically, seeing your ex’s new girlfriend in a restroom. You all go to the same school, it’s not like you can avoid each other. Still, the whole thing brings out a viciousness in you that you can’t quite control, one that’s always ridiculous in hindsight.

You go into the bathroom stalls, still laughing.

“You were so cold,” Maki tells you from the stall beside you. “I was so proud, you wouldn’t believe it.”

“I was mean!” you exclaim. You groan as you reach for the toilet paper. “She’s so telling him about that.”

“No way. It’d be embarrassing.”

You pull your pants up and head out to wash your hands in the sink, waiting for Maki to finish. “She knows about Sukuna.”

“Yeah,” she says. “How do you feel about that?”

“Humiliated.”

She steps out of the stall and washes her hands in the sink beside yours. “You still think the whole pretend-dating thing is worth it?”

You shrug, crossing your arms over your chest. “What’s done is done,” you tell her. “Sunk cost, baby.”

Maki dries her hand and looks at you seriously now. “Are you okay?”

Just because.

The words echo in your head. Words that have only ever been spoken to you now tainted by her voice.

“No,” you tell her. When she looks at you with furrowed brows, all you can do is shrug. “But I’ll have to be.”

notes. a little insight into reader's student life and bit of her bitchy side 👀 these chapters are getting longer than i'm used to lmao i fear the plot is getting away from me and just dragging me along for the ride at this point

#hqbaby.miu #hqbaby #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo #gojo x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader

[finisnihil]

2.2 Sunday analysis spoilers ahead

I think a scene that perfectly sums up the Dreammaster and his relationship with Sunday is the one where he’s breaking the news to Sunday that Robin was shot.

Sunday has just appointed head of the Oak Family, given a position of upmost power. The Dreammaster leads in by giving Sunday Robin’s letter and then he innocently asks if she mentioned a stray bullet. A stray bullet? Why would she mention a stray bullet? Robin is safe and happy, wherever could she run into a stray bullet?

Well, a war broke out on that planet she sought it out because of it. For the sake of the Harmony and saving lives… she went to the front lines. You know, where stray bullets tend to shoot down innocent birds?

Well, holy shit, is she okay? Of course I mean it only struck her neck directly but I guess because she is doing such glorious deeds Xipe saw fit let her sing a while longer still. You should write to her- oh no, you stupid boy, only after you finish your pressing work now that you're head, hm?

Let's break down the interaction, shall we?

Firstly, this show was meant to sever Sunday's trust in Robin and isolate him. Robin is the person Sunday cares about the most, his life is but a tool to maintain her happiness and he's not quiet about the fact he'd chose Robin over the Family. When Robin didn't want to sing for Ena in the final plan, Sunday betrays the Dreammaster by taking her place as the sacrificial lamb instead. Point being, Robin is Sunday's only real support system and his only access to something that hasn't been rotted by the Family's corruption. The Dreammaster starts the conversation by highlighting how Robin withholds information from Sunday. She didn't mention getting shot, she didn't mention going to a planet because of war, she didn't mention anything. She isn't telling Sunday when she's in danger. Sunday is already terrified of the world around him, of how bleeding hearts like his sister's and his suffer for their kindness. The Dreammaster going about things this way instills a layer of distrust, Sunday can't trust Robin to be honest with him, he can't trust Robin to be safe, he can’t trust her to trust him. Thus, Robin is taken out of the equation and Sunday is alone with only the Dreammaster in his ear.

Next, we drill in a blame of the Harmony. Robin serves the Harmony like a good child of Xipe but it's precisely that which put her in harm's way. Would she have gone into that situation if not for the ideals of the Harmony? The Dreammaster twists this logic in Sunday's head, whispering it was the Harmony that got his sister shot and mockingly noting that maybe the only reason Robin wasn't dead from it was because she served Xipe so well; he implies that if she failed to meet that nonexistent standard next time, maybe Xipe will let Robin die. Sunday can't trust Xipe to protect Robin because it was Xipe's will that almost killed her. Now he's more vulnerable for the ideals of Order to sing their claws in.

Finally, Sunday's lack of control is emphasized. Sunday has just been appointed Oak Family Head but he still has no control over anything. He can't act out of line because those who supported him may stop and if he fails to uphold the pristine image of the Family there will be hell to pay. Still, I think the most sinister thing about his lack of control is seen when the Dreammaster stresses that Sunday can only write back to Robin after he has finished his "outstanding tasks". He was just coldly told the person he cares most about in the world was almost killed without her deigning to inform him, and he can't even talk about it with her and make sure she's okay until he does his paperwork. The position of Family head is nothing but a formality and it isn't enough to save Robin, it isn't enough to save anyone. Sunday has never been in control so maybe... He should create a world where he has it through Order.

In the credits we see the Dreammaster refered to as "Sunday's Servant" but it's obvious the Dreammaster was the one who manipulated and pushed Sunday to this point, intensifying his trauma and pushing Robin out so he could be the only whisper in Sunday's ear, so he could warp Sunday to be the vessel of Order he wants from him.

This entire scene would have gone so much differently if the Dreammaster actually cared about Sunday but we can tell he doesn't. From the start Sunday has been a bleeding heart that bleeds more heavily every time he tries to alleviate suffering. He's trapped in the cage of Penacony and has come to think the buildup of broken dreams and pain he's exposed to is the way of the entire universe. Robin escaped but Sunday can't.

Sunday is ultimately responsible for everything he did but you can't ignore that the path he took to get here reeks of the Dreammaster's malicious influence. Gallagher notes Sunday is just like Misha in a lot of ways and I think that's why the Dreammaster honed in on him so intensely. Sunday had the potential to ruin everything if he took the path Robin and Misha did so he had to have his wings clipped and taught to think a cage means love, that Order is the way, not Harmony.

It's genuinely such a good sequence, the tension of it all makes it work so well. The fact that Sunday is haunted by it and that the Dreammaster so successfully got into his head without him really noticing. He basically did what Aventurine bragged about doing, exploiting Robin's suffering to hit Sunday where he's soft. The Dreammaster functionally set up a bomb and coaxed Sunday into being the one to set it off.

Sunday is a wonderfully written antagonist, but the Dreammaster is a wonderfully written villain.

#honkai star rail #finis analyzes #Sunday HSR #HSR Sunday #He makes me insane #I feel like not enough people are mentioning the Dreammaster and his part in the background #Like that man gave me the ick every single time he was around Sunday and Robin #I wanted so back to chuck that Raven into a wall whenever I saw it #Which is saying something because ravens are my favorite birds #THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU SUNDAY

[k1ngpin42]

Abby being insecure about how needy she is ;)

Warnings: Not proof read at all 😭 I wrote this while sick at like 3am so sorry for this monstrosity. Pretty intense sexual references, some fluff if you can call it that. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” Abby breathes out apologetically, bringing one of her large hands to the soft flesh on your face. You cock your head, smiling at her softly. Your wide eyes bring a smile of her own to Abby’s face as she makes the comparison to a deer in headlights in her mind. 

“I just…” Abby explains, letting out a deep breath. “Don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. I mean I- feel like I’m taking advantage of you.” You were stunned by her words. In fact, you were stunned by the whole situation. Abby; without her cocky fucking facade about her, the fact Abby would think she’s taking advantage of you. 

You had wanted this from the start, so if in any plane of reality she was somehow taking advantage of you, you’d let her, 100 times over.

“What are you talking about? You know I love our sex…”

“I’m objectifying you.” Abby tries, and you let out a laugh in disbelief. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve tried not to think about it, but I can’t. It makes me feel so selfish I can barely say it.”

“Say what, Abby? I’m so confused-“

“I want to have sex with you. Every minute of every day. I think about you when you’re on assignments, I dream about you when you’re sleeping elsewhere, I want to fuck you senseless in front of everyone I- Jesus what am I saying? What am I doing, even? But it’s true I just…whether you’re wearing tight jeans, short skirts, long dresses, even a fucking hoodie I want to tear it off and do so many things to you. Maybe…maybe we should break up, this shouldn’t be normal, it isn’t-“ You stop her by planting a soft kiss on her lips. 

Abbys gaze softened and her shoulders slouch back into place.

“Just calm down Abby….I love our sex. Fucking love it.”

“But-“ You shake your head, quickly preventing  her doubts from festering.

“Love…we’re in a relationship….if you didn’t feel passionate for me there wouldn’t be much of one, would there? Now just look at the place around us. This place was once used for actual football…by people who lived in a world with an abundance of simple pleasures. We live in a world where pleasure is so much rarer, it’s no surprise that you revel in what we have…what you can give me….especially since you’re a soldier. Always so…tense.” She listens to your explanation intently and nods, hesitantly. 

“I still feel…you know….” You look at her with a comforting smile, but it was still clear to her you weren’t a mind reader.

“I know that I love being around you…hugging you…kissing you…I could probably survive without the sex but I still feel like I’m using you somehow…I mean we’ve…” she clears her throat, now wondering why the word ‘sex' suddenly felt like poison in her throat.

“Had sex at least twice a day every day that we’ve been together. I mean that one Saturday I-“ She pauses and you both blush remembering it.

“You were still limping by Monday….” She concludes. You can’t help but laugh at her babbling. 

“Abigail Anderson…this is emotional stuff, you know you should write this down…ooh maybe you can try poetry?” She shuts the idea down with a playful hit to your shoulder. 

“Ow.” You laugh. Your smile fades a little and you close the gap between you guys, leaning into her ear. 

“You think you’re the only one who craves it every day? I know you don’t want to hurt me but when you’re rough holy fuck….the marks you leave on my body…it’s stupid and embarrassing but I get off to them….” Her eyes widen.

“What? You never said-“

“Well because I thought it was toxic at the time-“

“Hey you said this stuff was normal!”

“It is!” You exclaim back, playfully. You both laugh and you kiss her deeply. She leans back onto her bed and you fall onto her lap, kissing her fully again.

“Hm, so what other shit do you want to tell me, then?” She asked, playing with your hair. You just smirk at her.

“To be honest…I think I’ve had enough talking for one afternoon wouldn’t you agree my little sex addict?” She rolls her eyes.

“You’re so annoying.” Abby replies, unbuckling her belt. 

#abby anderson #tlou2 #ellie williams #abby tlou #abby x fem reader #sub abby

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 31

chapter 50: (15 chapters left)

1. oh SHIT the girls are fighting (sirius and regulus are at each other with nails and hair pulling)

2. “It's mean. It's nails and hair-pulling and brutal in the way only siblings can be. In mere seconds, they've both made each other bleed, and they don't seem inclined to stop there.”

i think the arena allowed them to do this, but they’ve been ready to go at each other like this for AGES. cause like, i want to go at my siblings like this sometimes. and then go watch tv together after

3. 😬😶 sirius just found out reg is a death eater

4. 😬😬 it was just revealed that reg did NOT in fact kill Coen. yikes dude

5. “"You're a fucking death eater?!" Sirius snarls as he dodges Yaxley's elbow.

"Yeah, it doesn't feel good, does it?!" Regulus snarls back ……

"How is this even comparable, you little shit?!"”

😭😭😭 plsss he’s so funny

6. damn, when sirius was fighting the others, he wasn’t going full force, cause he was having an emotional conversation. but he was still winning. and then he gets tired of fighting so he just in like two swift moves kills two people. jfc he’s scary.

7. “"I was going to lose James anyway, don't you get it?! I never even really got to have him! But you—I got you back. I had you back, and you took that from me. You weren't—you promised you wouldn't do that. How could you do that, after I—I begged you not to? And for what? Me? You think you did it for me? No, you did it for you. You tossed me aside, and it's not even the first time!"”

😧😧😧 holy shit, he just went right at it

8. “Grow up, Regulus."

"You won't let me!"”

😧 jaw on the freaking GROUND

9. jfc this fight is brutal. i think it would hurt less for them to just kill the other. cause like, these words hurt even ME

10. “"What I regret most isn't that you broke your promise, Sirius," Regulus continues. "It's that I wasted time caring enough to ask for a promise from you at all."”

yoooo wtf wtf wtf this HURTS

11. “”Let me guess, you told them only you could kill me? Something like that, yeah?"”

😭😭 sirius guessed it right and reg is like ‘😳 no…. i never said that. why would i say that?’

12. reg is like “😡😡😡 I HATE YOU” and sirius is like “liar ☺️”

13. i bet the entire hallow is on the edge of their seat watching this like the highest quality entertainment. no way has anything been this juicy in the arena for AGES

14. YOO WTF REG THATS OUT OF POCKET. HE JUST THREATENED TO HURT REMUS. MY DEAR, THATS YOUR FRIEND TOO! YOU CANT DO THAT!! LITTLE BITCH!

15. god, regulus is actually about to say it and just goes after regulus. like, hardly holding back. holy shit

16. “Sirius, for the first time, doesn't believe in his brother. Because Regulus wants to say Remus' name, and that would hurt Sirius more than dying by Regulus' hand.”

god, just stab me in the heart why don’t ya?

17. 😧 dagger raised above his head, ready to strike down in reg’s chest and just can’t. and then as he’s about to kill him, regulus says he loves sirius. good god, i’m actually crying so hard rn

18. “He can see it, suddenly. It does become clear, then, all at once. Regulus did trick him. He did fool him. Just not in the way Sirius was prepared for. He never imagined this at all.

Regulus never intended to go home.”

BAWLING LIKE A BIG BABY RN

19. “"Don't, please don't do this to me. Sirius, please just—please do it, or let me do it. Don't make me live without you, please don't, Sirius—””

YOU WOULD THINK THAT THE SADDEST THING HAS ALREADY BEEN SAID, BUT NO!!! IM SOBBING HARDER!! AND I HAVE A FINAL EXAM IN HALF AN HOUR

20. “It's horrible, because the arena has brought Regulus back to him twice, once when Regulus became a Victor and right this very second, but for Regulus, all the arena does is take Sirius away.”

BAWLING LIKE A BABY

21. oh SHIT james did not leave them a note this time

22. god, it hurts knowing that sirius doesn’t trust reg with a dagger. not because sirius is scared reg will turn on him, but that reg will kill himself

23. “"It has to be you, okay? It has to, because I don't want to go home if I'm not going home with you. I—I just don't see the point."”

that freaking HURTS

24. this entire chapter hurt like a fucking BITCH

#marauders #regulus black #jegulus #sirius black #crimson rivers

[rreids]

WANT YOU • A. HOTCHNER X READER

fem reader; smut (18+, mdni); use of good girl; praise; fingering; unestablished relationship; they are at work; ~700 words

“Fuck, Aaron,” you gasp, pressing closer to him with an arch of your back. He hums against the column of your throat, peppering hot open-mouthed kisses to your skin. 

He pulls back and you sigh softly, missing his touch. “My name sounds good coming from you,” you realize you’re always a little formal with him, so Aaron is new. “Do you have practice saying it?”

You sigh softly as his hand slips between your thighs and pushes up your skirt slightly, rubbing you over your panties. “Depends what you consider practice.”

His brows raise and he bends down to kiss you deeply. You melt into him, fingers curling in his shoulders and your knees buckling as he slips your underwear to the side and touches you directly for the first time. Aaron pulls back and studies your expression, soaking in the way pleasure contorts your features.

“I—” your breath catches in your throat and becomes a soft mewl of pleasure as he circles your clit with callused fingers. “I say it thinking about you,” your hips roll into his hand, grinding down for more friction. “That’s why it sounds so, fuck, so practiced. I touch myself to the thought of you.”

“Good girl, baby, holy shit,” he groans, deep and husky, slipping two fingers into you with no resistance. You’re dripping on his palm and whimpering when he angles his hand just right to ease his fingers further into you and keep stimulation on your clit. “What do you think of?”

“Anything. Everything.” Your head lolls back to the wall he has you against. “Anything I’m thinking of morphs to include you.”

“Good.” Aaron swallows your whines with another kiss, and shuffles closer. You can feel how hard he is, can feel the firmness and strength of his muscles and body pressing to you. You want him, now, consequences be damned. 

You can’t voice your wants, not when your voice catches and breaks in soft whines and moans. His touch feels so good, and he’s kissing any flesh he can, and you feel him suck and lick at the skin in ways that will surely bruise.

All you can do is take it, weak and hazy as he brings you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Let me hear it,” if you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s begging. But it’s an order more than anything, authoritative and strict just like it is in the field. The undercurrent of heat and desire, the dropped octaves and gravelly tone, is new. 

And it makes you weak, crying out “Aaron, Aaron, Aaron—” like a prayer, desperate for the salvation only he can give.

“Come on,” he urges. “Give it to me,” he nibbles on sensitive skin below your ear and your knees buckle. He catches you with his arm and his body as you quiver, pleasure rolling through you in waves as you cum on his fingers.

He works you through it, and through the haze of need you see him lick his fingers clean of the arousal slicked on his skin. You whimper.

“I know, I know,” he soothes. “You’re doing so well.”

“Aaron,” you gasp, and you kiss him desperately. “Need you.”

“Not here,” he shakes his head and you cling to him, frowning.

“Please. Please,” your hands shakily work to undo his tie and button-up, and you’re entranced by the way his lips are swollen from your kisses and the freckled skin you make bare. “Need it.” He’s more beautiful than you’d ever imagined.

His head hangs and drops, defeated, like he can’t help himself as he kisses you again. You deepen it with a hunger, and he grips your hip firmly. You ignore the clear warning and press yourself to his slacks, grinding against his thigh as you blindly grip at the bulge in his dress pants.

“Fuck,” his breath catches a little, and it’s the first noise he couldn’t stop you from earning from him. You desperately want to hear more. “Baby, we’re at work.”

“Don’t care,” you nuzzle closer to him. “You’re technically my boss. Gonna fire me for fucking you?”

Aaron shakes his head. “No. Just going to take you home after,”

this is all i have to offer. it is all i Can. im so head empty lately

#my works #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds x reader

[steddiecameraroll]

tw: internal bi/homophobia, eddie struggles with steve's confession, panic attack

Eddie happily fell into a rhythm with Steve, Robin, and Nancy (believe it or not) after the whole fucked week on the lam. The CC guys gave him shit for approximately 2 seconds, until he gave them that “don’t fucking think about it” gaze.

He’s thoroughly enjoying spending time with them. He spent years walking down the same halls with them, but never would’ve thought Steve Harrington snorts when he laughs really hard. Or Robin Buckley is a blubbering fool when she talks about her crush. Or Nancy Wheeler can shotgun a can of beer. Like she’s doing right now.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Eddie’s pounding his fist on his knees.

“Holy shit,” Robin sounds like she’s in awe.

Steve’s cackling to Eddie’s left, apparently not surprised by goody two shoes Wheeler pounding back beer.

Nancy pulls the can away from her mouth with a smack and grins ear to ear.

“Told ya, Munson.”

“I’m impressed Wheels. Didn’t know you had it in you.” And it’s not a lie, but he should know by now he shouldn’t be surprised by this crew of crime fighters.

“Never underestimate Nance.” Steve adds while leaning back on his chaise lounger. He’s giving Eddie a wide toothy grin.

They’re in Steve’s backyard enjoying the clear night sky of Vecna absent Hawkins. Eddie’s propped up on his seat, his legs crossed and shoulders hunched. He’s never been the type to really know how to sit in these pool chairs. He always feels like a tool if he lounges back in them, but it suits Steve. The man has an air about him. Like he can relax anywhere and everywhere. Too cool for school motherfucker.

“Nance will you help me with something… inside?” Robin grabs Nancy’s wrist and tugs her toward the door.

“Uh, sure?” Nancy gives Eddie a confused glance but lets Robin pull her inside.

“What was that about?” Eddie tilts his head to face Steve.

“Probably had to pee. Y’know how girls go to the bathroom together.”

ao3

Eddie grunts in response. “Hey, when are you gonna let me teach you how to play guitar?”

Steve ducks his head with a bite to his bottom lip and shrugs. Eddie loves seeing Steve be shy. He’s so used to Steve the cocky jocky that this version of Steve always surprises him. He reminds Eddie of his lost sheepies before they get pulled into the Hellfire fold.

“Whenever you want, dude. Just know I’m most likely a lost cause.”

“What? No way.” Eddie bounces up and leaps onto Steve’s legs, catching him by surprise with an oof.

“What the fuck, man?”

“You’ve got long fingers,” Eddie wiggles his own fingers in Steve’s face. “I bet you’re gonna be a savant.” When Steve doesn’t respond right away Eddie notices he’s staring at Eddie’s fingers. “Uh, Stevie?” He wiggles his fingers again and watches Steve’s eyes track the movement, much like a puppy watching the tennis ball you’re holding before you throw it.

“Uh, ye-eah?”

“You OK?” Eddie shifts his weight, slips over Steve’s legs and falls back. Steve’s legs are now tucked under Eddie’s knees like they’re making a T with their bodies.

“Mhm,” Steve takes a sip of his beer and keeps his head dipped avoiding eye contact.

“Come on,” Eddie playfully pushes Steve’s shoulder. “What’s got you so glum?”

“Nothing,” Eddie knows he’s lying.

“Come ooonn, or I’m gonna get it out of you.”

“What?” Steve smirks.

“Don’t think I can’t?” Eddie grins and then digs his fingers behind Steve’s knees tickling him.

“AHH,” Steve jolts and tries to pull his legs out from under Eddie’s body to no avail.

Eddie laughs and continues his attack by using his body weight to keep Steve in place. Steve’s gasping, holding his can of beer away from his body, and laughing loudly.

“Tell meeeeee,” Eddie teases.

“Eddie stop! I can’t breathe!”

Steve shifts his body, lowering himself onto the chair now fully on his back. Eddie takes advantage of Steve’s vulnerable position and gets his body over Steve’s, straddling the man’s hips and attacking his armpits.

“Tell me what’s making you so sad!” Eddie demands in between laughter.

“I-I can’t,” Steve squirms with a buck of his hips, and Eddie almost flies off but avoids it with a clench of his knees.

“Yes you caaaaan,” Eddie leans down, getting his face into Steve’s.

Steve’s eyes go wide. Eddie thinks he looks scared, almost like he just got caught doing something. Eddie stills his attack, now pinning Steve’s right wrist near his head and scans his friend’s face. He can’t read what’s happening and that’s not normal. Eddie’s prided himself on being able to read people, it’s saved his ass on many a drug deal encounter. But right now, as he’s straddling Steve’s body, breathing heavily, and keeping Steve in place, he can’t read Steve’s face.

“I like you,” Steve whispers and Eddie almost misses it.

“What?”

“I-I like you,” Steve diverts his eyes like he’s embarrassed and it suddenly hits Eddie like a ton of bricks.

“Oh,” Eddie lets Steve’s wrist go and scrambles off the man.

Steve tucks his legs up defensively, and Eddie finds a clear seat at the foot of the chaise.

“So, uh yeah.” Steve’s still holding his can of beer but now it’s pressed to his chest like a shield.

“Uh, you like…? But…you’re not…and, I’m not.” Eddie ears are filled with the pounding of his heartbeat.

Did Steve just tell Eddie he’s gay? But Steve’s had a ton of sex. With women. Why does he like Eddie? His dad used to tease him about his long hair but it’s not like Steve doesn’t know Eddie’s a guy.

“I guess I am,” Steve shrugs, keeping his eyes pointed down.

“Uhh, I don’t… I mean, that’s cool, but-“ Eddie doesn’t know what to say.

Eddie’s straight. They’ve talked about ex girlfriends. They’ve talked about past sexscapades. Steve knows Eddie likes chicks. How did this happen?

“No, I know. Sorry. I shouldn’t- it’s no big deal. I’m sorry. Fuck,” Steve sighs. “I’ll understand if, um, if you don’t want to stay or whatever. Uh, I’ll tell the girls you had to go home. I didn’t mean to-, I’m sorry.”

“It’s, uh, it’s cool.” Eddie stands up awkwardly. “Maybe I should…,” Eddie juts his thumb over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Steve nods and Eddie thinks he sees him wipe his knuckle under his eye. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.”

“It’s cool,” Eddie repeats himself. He feels like his skeleton wants to jump out of his skin. “Uh, just, give me a second. It’s fine, um, yeah.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything else and doesn’t wait for Steve to respond. He moves quickly, darting through the darkness around Steve’s house instead of through, ensuring he avoids Robin and Nancy. What would he tell them? Oh hey, so apparently Steve’s not straight. Oh and I guess he has the hots for ME. Yeah, Eddie wants to avoid that at all costs.

Once he cuts around to the front yard he beelines it straight to his van.

Later, when he finds himself alone lying in bed staring at that weird spot on his ceiling, he wonders how Steve knows he likes Eddie.

“Munson!”

Eddie’s awoken by a loud pounding on his front door. He hears who sounds like Robin Buckley yelling his name.

With a groan he pushes himself to his feet and shuffles out of bed.

“I’m coming,” he yells out. “Fucking hold your horses.”

He opens the door a few seconds later, while lazily scratching his stomach. Robin Buckley, as suspected, stands on the other side. Her arms are crossed, and Eddie’s pretty sure steam would be coming out of her ears if it was physically possible.

“You’re an ass,” she stabs her finger into the oversized NASCAR shirt he’s wearing with a force that will most definitely leave a bruise.

“Fuck, Buck, what’s your problem?” Eddie rubs his palm over the spot she poked, and steps out of the doorway.

Robin stomps into the apartment without hesitation, and immediately starts telling him what her problem is.

“You, you self-centered ass face.”

“Ass face?” It’s too early for this.

Eddie rubs his fingers into his eyes while trudging into his tiny kitchen, Robin close on his heels.

“Yes, you Eddie Munson are a giant ass face. The biggest ass face on the planet. Do you have any idea how difficult that was for Steve?”

Oh. So that’s what this is about.

It’s been two weeks since…that night. It’s been two weeks since he’s seen or spoken to Steve but it’s not been two weeks since Eddie’s thought about Steve. No, Eddie’s been thinking about Steve every minute of everyday. It’s like Steve crawled into his brain and laid weird obsessive eggs, and when he confessed they hatched and took over Eddie’s thoughts.

“Difficult for Steve?” Because it’s been so easy for Eddie?

“Yes, you dick. He’s never liked a boy before and he thought you two were cool enough and I told him that you obviously felt the same way-.”

“What??” Eddie cuts her off and spins around to stare at her.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, dummy. Come on. Lesbian, remember?”

“I don’t-, no what are you saying? I’m not gay.” He wonders if his face is as red as it’s hot.

“Well, bi, but…,” she stops and stares at him almost like she’s figuring something out in her head.

“I’m not bi either, whatever that is. I’m straight. Straight, Robin. Dick in pussy, straight.”

“Oh gross,” she scrunches her nose. “Don’t talk like that.”

“Apparently I have to to get you to understand, because otherwise you think I fuck men.”

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you?” She steps back and looks appalled.

“Fuck,” he sighs. “Sorry, I’m just- this whole thing is fucking weird and I don’t know what’s going on. Then you pop up and berate me, telling me I’m... bi? Whatever-.”

“It means you like both. Bi, get it? Two?”

“Oh,” and something that’s tightly wound, knotted, and buried deep in his chest loosens slightly.

Robin narrows her eyes like she just saw something on Eddie’s face.

“Yeah, because bi people like both. Are attracted to both. Like I thought you were?” She’s asking because she’s not sure now and neither is Eddie.

“Fuck,” Eddie groans and stumbles to splay his upper body over his countertop.

“Ah,” Robin exclaims. “Well, shit.”

“What is going on?” Eddie groans. His face is smooshed into the Formica.

“You really don’t like him?” She sounds heartbroken.

“I- honestly, I’m- I don’t know what’s going on.” He pushes himself up on his elbows and stares at her. “I don’t think- uh, may-. How would I know?”

That’s a good place to start. Because Eddie’s never thought about this before, never felt like he needed to and he’s so out of his depth.

“Oh, um, I’ve never really had to figure it out. I just kinda knew.”

“Oh, great. So I’m hopeless? At least nothing’s changed. This is fucking crazy, you know that right? So some how Steve likes dudes. Did he always like dudes? Do I like dudes?”

Robin shuffles closer to the counter and leans her hip against it. Eddie feels like he's moments away from a mental breakdown.

“OK, I’m only going to talk about this because it will hopefully help him in the long run, otherwise I would never share this with you. But I helped Steve figure it out. He wasn’t nearly as pathetic, but maybe if I share some of how he explained it, it might help?”

“Really?” Eddie perks up.

"Yeah, just don't fuck him over with what I'm going to share."

Eddie would never, no matter what she tells him. “That would help. Please teach me the ways of the gays, Obi Wan.”

“Steve has the worst taste,” she rolls her eyes, and Eddie wants to smile but is too anxious to tell the muscles of his mouth. "OK, do you have juice or something?"

"Yeah, we have orange and apple." He slides in front of the fridge and pulls the door open waiting for her response.

"Apple, please. I wish it was whiskey, I'm gonna need it, but I guess apple juice is good enough." She slides into a nearby barstool and watches Eddie pour her a glass of juice.

"I mean, I do also have alcohol."

"It's too fucking early. OK, so, Steve said he started to notice that he might have feelings for- boys, when he'd get butterflies when he knew he was going to see- boys." She's obviously trying not to use Eddie's name, but it's just making the entire conversation stilted in a way.

"I know you're talking about me. You can just say my name." Eddie busies himself with the coffee pot.

"Fine. He said he would get butterflies when he'd see you coming into Family Video. Or when one of the kids said you were on your way. It was like when he knew he was about to see you, he'd get nervous."

Eddie's really trying to objectively listen to what she's saying, but he's also getting distracted at the idea that Steve Harrington gets that rollercoaster stomach swoop when he thinks about Eddie. This whole interaction is going to fuck him up one way or another.

"Then, when we were hanging out and you'd lean in to him or flirt with him, and he said sometimes he really wanted to kiss you. He said it was like when he'd walk a girl to her door after a date, and they're standing there and there's this moment, this electricity, and he said he felt that with you."

"OK," Eddie whispers.

And now he's thinking about Steve walking him to his front door and leaning over, darting his eyes all over Eddie's face and then getting closer and pressing his lips to Eddie's. He remembers one night when it was just the two of them hanging out at Steve's, and Eddie had been teasing Steve when they were sitting next to each other on the couch. Eddie leaned over Steve to grab the remote and heard Steve inhale sharply. When Eddie looked into Steve's eyes he thought he saw terror behind them, but maybe it was something else.

"Have you had any moments like that? I mean, I've seen you flirt with him, Eddie. You were flirting, right?"

"Flirting?" Was he? "I don't think so? Was I?"

"You don't talk to anyone else, like you talk to Steve. You don't flirt with Jonathan, or Jeff, or Gareth. I've seen you hang out with all those guys, and not once did I ever see a hint of flirting, but with Steve? Dude you flirted with him when you were on the run for murder."

"What?" He scrambles trying to think of when he flirted with him over spring break. "When did I do that?"

"Are you serious?" She leans over the counter and gapes at him. "Was you calling him Big Boy some fever dream I had?"

"Oh right, well that wasn't- I wasn't...was that flirting?" He's questioning everything he's ever done.

"I thought it was. Who else have you ever in your peabrained life called Big Boy? Hmm?" She's obviously barely holding it together.

"Well, not Big Boy in particular."

"Oh yeah? What else then?"

"I've called Gareth 'Gare Bear.'"

"OH you mean like the fucking Care Bears? Because his name rhymes with it? Not the same thing. Try again." She pushes her now empty juice glass away from her and crosses her arms.

"Um, let me think." His heartrate is picking up and he's getting slightly panicked because has he been flirting with Steve? "Um, I-I called..., um I call you Buck and Nancy Wheels?"

"Again, nicknames of our actual names. Not the same thing." She says it with such a finality that Eddie believes her.

He opens his mouth wanting to come up with some kind of reasonable excuse but he's grasping at straws. He starts pacing the small kitchen, feeling a little like a caged animal. "I don't understand. How could I be flirting with someone and not know it?"

"I don't know, because Steve's like my brother, but I have seen how people act around him. He has something that people are attracted to. I do know, he's a dork, he's funny, he's a goober, he's such a dingus, but he's a fucking sweetheart and has a heart of gold. You can't not love him once you know him."

"So, do I like Steve?" She seems to know him better than himself.

"I don't know. I thought you did, but you're telling me you don't. I feel so stupidly responsible for this." She runs her hand through her hair and groans. "I kept telling him, harping on him, he needed to do something. He needed to take the first step, make the first move, and then he did and you left. We came back outside, and I thought we'd be catching the two of you making out or something and I'd give you shit, but instead..." She swallows before continuing. "I think he'd been crying."

"Crying?" Eddie made Steve cry.

That realization shatters whatever wall was holding his feelings back and he suddenly wants to race over to Steve's house and make him feel better. He imagines wrapping his arms around him, pulling him to the couch, burritoing him into a blanket and kissing away Steve's tears.

Robin's talking about how the rest of that night went but Eddie can't focus on her words. He's too distracted thinking about taking care of Steve.

"Eddie?" Robin waves her hand to get his attention.

"Um, I think," he slowly begins to nod. "Yeah, yeah I do. I do."

"You do, what?"

He continues to nod. "I do, I do like Steve. I like Steve. Oh my god. Oh. Oh I like a boy. I like boys. Oh wow. I like Steve. I like Steve." He's having a hard time breathing. "Oh shit. I can't-I can't." He reaches forward with a shaky hand toward the counter trying to stablize himself.

"Oh shit, are you having a panic attack?" Eddie nods and gasps for air. "Oh god, OK this I know how to handle." She jumps off the stool and races to his side. "Do you have a paper bag somewhere?"

Eddie nods and points next to the gap between the fridge and the wall. Robin sees the stash of folded bags and tugs them free. She shakes one open and squishes the opening together trying to make a smaller hole.

"OK, usually this works better with a smaller bag but it's probably the same mechanics. Hold this in front of your mouth and breathe into it. I don't know how or why it works, but just keep breathing in and out of the bag."

Eddie puts the opening to his mouth and tries to squeeze it together to make the hole smaller. He feels tears welling in his eyes as he gasps into the paper bag.

"Hey, hey." Robin tries to pull Eddie's attention. "Look at me. Hey, look into my eyes."

Eddie looks up at her. When did he sit down on the floor? He tries to focus and hold her gaze. She kneels down beside him and starts rubbing large circles on his back.

"There you go, keep breathing. It's OK. I know this is like life changing or whatever, but now you can wear leather chaps if you want."

Eddie furrows his brows at her. Leather chaps? Why the fuck would he want to wear leather chaps?

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not a gay man. I don't know why they wear them."

Gay men wear leather chaps? Oh god, Eddie's a gay man. Or maybe a bi man.

Eddie's not straight.

That realization does not make his panic attack worse some how. No only the idea of liking Steve is enough to throw him over the ledge. They probably shouldn't tell Steve that.

They sit on the floor for a few more minutes. The sound of the paper bag crinkling under Eddie's breath is the only sound in the small space.

When Eddie feels like he's finally caught his breath, he pulls the bag down and collapses against the cabinets. He kicks his feet out straight, and stares at his bare legs. He's still only wearing his boxers and the oversized shirt Wayne gave him when he was 16.

He's had one of the biggest events of his entire life and he's wearing plaid Fruit of the Looms.

"You OK?" Robin asks gently.

"Objectively," he shrugs.

"So...," she nudges him with her shoulder. "You do?"

Eddie glances at her and feels a blush rush up his neck. He bites back a grin otherwise he's pretty sure he'd be smiling like a fool. "I- yeah. I do. I can't believe this."

He chuckles and the sound surprises Robin, shocking a laugh out of her in response. Eddie slaps a hand over his mouth stopping a snort from erupting and then within seconds they're both laughing like fools.

After a few moments, when they finally catch their breaths, and wipe away the tears, Eddie squeezes her bicep fondly. He feels like he's been wrung out like a dirty dish rag, but his heart has a little pep in its step.

"If you need to talk more, y'know you can call me, right?" Robin pushes herself to her feet and reaches her hand out to him.

"Yeah, thanks Bucks." He takes her hand and lets her pull him to his feet. "I think I have a jock to apologize to."

"Yeah you do, ass face." She smiles and Eddie knows it's an olive branch.

"Thanks for talking me off the ledge, gay Obi Wan."

She sighs, "That's not as funny as you think it is."

"Eh, I've only been gay for 30 minutes, give me a break." Robin smiles at him fondly and Eddie thinks he's just solidified a friendship for life.

"Still like girls, though, right?" Eddie nods. "Not gay, you're bi, dude. Bisexual, is what it's called."

"Bisexual." He feels the word on his tongue and it's not too heavy. "OK, I am bisexual. I like Steve Harrington and I'm bisexual." A tight giggle bursts from his chest and all that fear and panic has some how blossomed into giddy excitement. "Am I going to get to kiss him?"

"Oh gross." She groans but Eddie knows she's teasing. "As long as I'm not there you can do whatever you want to him."

Oh.

Ohhhhhhhh.

"Like sex?" His mouth is immediately dry.

"Ugh, yes, probably. That boy loves sex." She winces. "Just promise me, that you'll never tell me about it."

"I'm going to have sex with Steve Harrington? Ohhh, I'm going to have sex with Steve Harrington." And just like that, everything slots into place. "I'm gonna fuck that boy silly." He sighs with a little giggle.

"Oh god, I gotta go. Well I'm glad you've accepted this so quickly. I thought after the panic attack it might take awhile. Please for the love of god, go apologize."

Eddie takes a deep breath before knocking on Steve's front door. He nervously fiddles with the string that's wrapped around the small bouquet of wild flowers he's holding. He felt like he needed to bring something with him when he came to apologize.

He's never given anyone flowers before. But when his eyes roamed the scenery around his place while smoking his last cigarette, he saw the field of wildflowers waving in the soft breeze. They just screamed Steve's name.

He hears the sound of the footsteps approaching the door, and holds his breath in anticipation. When Steve pulls open the door, Eddie sees him for the first time since realizing his feelings, and it feels like a gentle gust of wind could knock him over.

The man is more handsome than his memory held onto. His hair is soft, like it's freshly washed without any product. He's wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts and Eddie kinda wants to bite the man's thighs. That's new.

"Hi," Eddie smiles nervously.

Steve blinks back but doesn't say anything. He's still standing in the doorway, not stepping aside to let Eddie in and it makes Eddie think it's too late.

Steve still deserves an apology. Eddie thought he would be having this conversation in the privacy of the Harrington living room, but if he has to do it on the doorstep, he will.

"These are for you," he offers Steve the small bouquet and feels incredibly vulnerable. It looks sad in his hand now, a pathetic offering to the first man he's ever had a crush on.

It's clearly not good enough. Just like Eddie.

Steve furrows his brows but still takes the flowers from Eddie's fingers. He glances at them briefly before directing his gaze back on the metalhead.

"I-I wanted to apologize." Eddie rubs his hand on the back of his neck. "I was an asshole, and it wasn't your fault. You opened up and told me something really scary and I acted like an ass face."

Steve's eyes widen and Eddie thinks he sees the corner of the man's mouth tick upward but he hardens is face back into place, and the hint of a smile fades.

"Um, alsooo," here goes. "I wanted to tell you that I was wrong. Really, really wrong. I'm not straight."

Steve's body sags and subconsciously leans forward. Eddie knows the man is surprised and he gets it, he had a panic attack about it.

"I'm not straight, I'm um, bisexual. Robin, gay Obi Wan-ed me."

"What?" It's the first time Steve's spoken since opening the door and the sound makes Eddie's heart skip a beat.

"She was my Jedi. I kinda had a realization when she came over and yelled at me. I'm sorry, Steve. Um, there's more."

"More?"

"Uh, yeah. So I...," Eddie's not ready for this next step, but he's come too far to not jump head first. "I like you, too."

Steve opens his mouth like he wants to speak but nothing comes out.

"Yep, everybody knew before me." He smiles trying to relay the levity of his feelings. "I had been flirting with you, apparently. My subconscious knew before I did. But I know that doesn’t automatically mean that, uh, we-“ he waves his hands back and forth between them. “I know I fucked that up, but you’d been so brave and I owed you the same.”

Eddie shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, feeling like a fish out of water. He waits for Steve to say something, anything, but after a beat he’s still silent. So, Eddie purses his lips together and nods a couple of times before inhaling deep and turning away.

He knew this was how this was going to go. He shouldn’t be surprised Steve didn’t fling himself at Eddie but he’s still disappointed.

Since Robin left Eddie’s apartment yesterday morning, he’s been exploring this new found sexuality thing and yep, he’s definitely not straight. Kinda hard to say you’re straight when he spent the better part of his evening rubbing his dick almost raw to this month’s issue of Sports Illustrated.

Yeah, so he has a thing for jocks. Walking cliche Eddie Munson is.

But then when he crawled into bed and listened to the crickets chirping outside his window, he imagined what dating Steve might be like. He imagined Steve would be romantic, probably hold Eddie’s hand under the table at the diner. He’s also probably a total sap, and would save notes Eddie leaves behind so he can pull them out and read over Eddie’s handwriting whenever he wants.

And most definitely, Steve would be sweet. He would kiss Eddie like he deserved to be savored. Soft, delicate touch of his lips pressed to Eddie’s as if Eddie deserves gentleness. He’d probably rub his thumb across Eddie’s cheek and cause goosebumps across Eddie’s skin when he nuzzles his face into Eddie’s neck.

Fucking hell, Eddie wants that.

He swallows hard willing the tears he doesn’t deserve to shed away, and takes slow steps down the pathway of the Harrington estate back to his van.

“Eddie? Wait.” Steve calls out, and Eddie thinks the earth has opened up below him because it feels like his ass is going to fall out.

He turns around to see Steve standing where he had been. Steve has stepped out of the house into the open.

“Wait? Please.” Steve glances at the flowers still clutched in his hand then looks back at Eddie. “Thank you. For… everything. These, too.” He smiles shyly. “I’ve never gotten flowers before. It’s kinda nice. Um, do you wanna come inside?” He nods toward the door.

“Yeah?” Eddie doesn’t hide the excitement from his tone.

“Yeah,” and Steve bites back a smile that makes Eddie want to push him against the door and lick every inch of him. “I was gonna make lunch soon. If you wanted to hang out. Maybe tell me how you figured out you’re bi.” He shrugs nonchalantly but Eddie knows he’s itching for details.

“OK,” Eddie saunters toward Steve, playing up the nonchalance. “You just wanna hear me talk about what I’ve realized I wanna do to you. Huh?”

Steve’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, and he grabs the hem of Eddie’s jacket shaking it a little. “Definitely.”

“Will I get to hear about what you wanna do to me?” Eddie leans in closer, stepping into Steve’s space, and lets his eyes soak up the curve of the man’s cupids bow.

“Definitely,” Steve huffs and Eddie feels the warm breath across his face. “Come on.”

Eddie smiles wide while Steve tugs him inside by his jacket. How could he have ever thought he didn’t want this man? He thinks he could love this man someday.

Maybe he already does.

He’s gotta call gay Obi Wan tomorrow for some advice.

coffee? ☕️🍩💕

#bisexual disaster eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #robin always coming to the rescue #eddies gay obi wan #my writing #steddiecameraroll posts #ficlet #q

[kamii-2]

hi would u do a azzi smut fic where shes recieving? ❤️

hi anon, yes i will !!

warning(s): cussing, smut

genre: smut

pairing(s): azzi fudd x reader

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“azzi.” you called out from the living room, she was in the kitchen. “yea?” she asked, “can i top tonight? i feel like i don’t please you enough.” you told her and you walked into the kitchen, “why not.” she smirked.

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“fuck!” azzi moaned out as you thrusted your fingers in her at an ungodly pace. your mouth was all over her body. you were sucking deep purple hickies all over her neck and chest, some were in between her thighs. “keep going y/n, please don’t stop.” she breathily moaned, you went faster, which didnt even seem possible to you or azzi but it apparently was. just as she was about to cum you pulled your fingers out, she whined in desperation, this is the second time you’ve done this. “y/n please just let me cum, i can’t take it anymore.” she said in a whiny voice.

you smiled and got in your knees on front of her, dipping your tongue in her hole which elicits a loud moan. you continued to swirl your tongue inside of her and your nose was hitting her clit over and over again. the build up of her orgasm was starting to grow but you had a feeling that she was gonna do more than just cum on your face.

she was so close to cumming when for the third time you pulled away. she was super sexually frustrated and ready to just fuck herself. “y/n i swear if you don’t stop im doing it myself.” she threatened. you sank your finger in her and immediately started to go fast, adding your mouth and sucking her clit as well. her climax kept building and once she was about to cum she felt you trying to pull out she grabbed your hand and pushed your face deeper into herself. “n- oh God, no you’re not pulling away again.” she demanded, finally cumming all over you. her moans were loud snd long.

as you got off of your knees and sat next to her she was catching her breath. “can i use the strap on you?” you questioned. she thought about it for a second before replying with “i mean why not, you’re already topping.” you shot up and went to the closet to get the baby blue strap. while you were putting it on azzi admired your body, squeezing her legs together while looking at your shirtless torso and bare legs, thinking about all of the things she wanted to do to you.

you lined up with her, “ready?” you asked. she nodded and opening up her legs some more, you grabbed her waist and pushed in, her area was more sensitive now that she’s been edged and came, so when you pushed in she moaned out, loudly. “holy shit!” she moaned out at you went at a medium pace. you can tell you’re not going fast enough so you speed it up and go faster, now she’s moaning even louder than she ever has.

her legs started to shake as she was getting closer and closer to releasing all over the fake dick. “please don’t stop y/n, i-i need you so bad.” she cried out. you decided to stop teasing her and actually letting the poor woman cum. as her orgasm washed over you helped her ride it out. you pulled out, took the strap off and say back down next to her, “you okay?” you asked her with a hand on her thigh. she nodded her head then sat up next to you, “your turn.”

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so sorry this took a while to get out and that it’s kind of short but i hope you enjoyed and i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

#uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #azzi fudd x reader #azzi fudd #smut #wlw

[mermaidgirl30]

Wip Wednesday!

Thank you for the tag @milla-frenchy 🩷

I’ve been working on a little Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller and Dark Shades of Innocence Lost this week. Making progress.

1. Dbf! Joel

Just when you almost get lost in your fantasies in your mind, Joel pulls you right back out. “I’ll race ya to the beach,” he smirks as he pulls open the back sliding door that leads to a winding staircase down to the beach.

“Bet I can beat you,” you giggle as you push him in the shoulder and race past him, barreling down the sturdy steps as you hear him laughing uncontrollably behind you.

“Cheater,” he laughs with a gravelly tone, “pushed right past me.”

You turn your face his way and stick your tongue out playfully. “Come catch me, slow poke,” you giggle. That just makes him sprint faster toward you.

You take off in the warm sand, your heart beating wildly inside your chest as you run toward the blue crashing waves of the ocean. You turn your head back around quickly and scream when you see him right on your heels.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” he chuckles. One more step and he’s picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder while you squeak and try to escape.

“Joel, put me down!” you laugh, using every bit of strength in you to break free of his hold, but it’s no use. He’s got you in a tight embrace.

“Ain’t puttin’ ya down jus’ yet, baby. Nah, gonna jus’ take ya for a little dip in the water.”

2. Dark Shades of Innocence Lost

Suddenly, your phone lights up as it buzzes in your lap. You unlock the screen, and your eyes light up like a Christmas tree when you see Joel’s name scrolled across the screen. You giggle like a little school girl who’s about to get a handful of candy when you read his text.

Joel: Passed by the library today on my way to work. Made me think of you. Almost stopped in, but figured you’d already be off. Maybe I should’ve tried my luck. Might’ve got to see those beautiful eyes of yours in the sunlight. See ya Saturday, angel. ;)

You can’t stop smiling, your cheeks feel like they’re stretched to their limit as you curl your toes underneath you and squeeze your fingers around the delicate blanket. Joel sure knows how to make your heart flutter uncontrollably.

“What are you beaming about, hmm? Is it Mr. Club Owner?” Taylor laughs from the other side of the couch.

“Let’s see.” Brianna snatches your phone from your clutch, and you try to dive for it, but she holds it up to where you can’t reach.

“Bri, give it!”

“Oh, I was right. It is him! And holy shit is he obsessed with you. Look at how cute this text is, Taylor!” Brianna tosses it to Taylor, and she catches it with ease as she scrolls through your numerous texts with Joel.

Taylor practically loses it as she chokes on a sip of wine. “He called you beautiful! He can’t wait to see you again? And Christ, you guys have been texting a lot. Fuck me!”

You lean forward and grab the phone from her prying fingers and set it down underneath your fuzzy blanket. “Okay, guys. You had your fun. Happy?” you ask annoyed, rolling your eyes as you try to hide the flush of crimson that’s bright on your cheeks.

“Umm yeah, babe! He is totally into you!” Brianna squeaks as she tosses a piece of buttered popcorn your way. You dodge it and shake your head at her while she sets down her fizzy drink on the edge of the polished coffee table.

“You think so?” you giggle, biting your lower lip.

NP tags! @aurorawritestoescape @joelsdagger @alltheirdamn @vivian-pascal @lotusbxtch

@mountainsandmayhem @joelsgreys @burntheedges @sawymredfox @yxtkiwiyxt @604to647

#joel miller wip #wip game

[new-york-no-shoes]

Things that STILL haunt me: “this is a song about how terrible being famous is”

#taylor swift #the eras tour #eras tour #like holy shit I can’t stop thinking about it #I also can’t stop thinking about how she played jump then fall after the breakup but before we knew and we all were like awww she’s in love #love and then BAM turns out it was just a safe fun fearless bop that she was trying not to connect to #the lucky one #red #red taylor’s version #surprise songs

[rosesxnlace]

fuck it’s one of those nights where my clit is throbbing and i just wish someone would fuck me. make my legs shake and turn me into a drooling mess with your fingers and tongue. fuck me into the mattress and make me beg for more

#sxntalk #like holy shit i can’t stop thinking about it

[wibble-wobbegong]

studies show that kinning this man will earn you an immediate autism diagnosis and five years of cognitive behavioral therapy

#unrelated but i can’t stop thinking about how big mike’s hands are #like dude. holy shit #in the good way i love that about him #mike wheeler

[catacropolis]

Don’t mind me having a whole breakdown and a half loosing my mind over this

#twst chapter 7 spoilers #twst chapter 7 #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland chapter 7 #SPOILERS FOROM HERE ON OUT PEOPLE #SPOILERS #ok well holy fuck my dudes I am loosing my shit rn #silver lore and malleus lore omg I’m shitting bricks #finding out what everyone wants to go into a career was just so amazing #color me surprised to hear rook going into fuckin archeology and Leona beings geologist what #not surprised that Idia has job opportunities but more surprised taht his parents were so encouraging about it tbh I’m confused #malleus moments here were great it’s good to see yuu question about the seven and who they were in the eyes of the cast #lillia is making me sob and laugh and loose my mind and I can’t handle this man #I love silvers character he’s one of my favs and I genuinely think about them constantly #I want to see him and lillia have more father son moments and I want lillia to stop being criyptic as fuck like the bracelet who gave you it #was it from malleus was it from a former lover was it from mals grandma wtf man #we all knew but I’m still loosing my mind over it but like silver being royalty holy shit man I want to know more #why does it make him sleepy is he going to be affected by his curse more often because of this is this the source of his curse and who did #seeing malleus vunrable about his childhood and loneliness before yuu ripping off the bandaid and saying we’re leaving #I love lillias parental moment there of showing malleus the consequences of his actions and inviting him to change and fox it on his own #like man he’s so great I want him to be my dad #I do wish we got more Sebek and lillia interaction and silver was being way to nonshalabt about his dad #tbh don’t think he has prossessed it quite yet #I’m really hoping we see Sebek and malleus have a fight Sebek sees malleus the way malleus doesn’t want to be seen and I want them to fight #I want mal to push Sebek away and just be brutal to him #guys pls don’t kill me I love Sebek but he’s so steadafast in his belief that his vision gets clouded and he can’t see the full picture #I think it would be eye opening and really good for him to see the imperfections in the person he idolizes so much #holy shit this is long ummm anyways hope none of y’all were spoiled cuz this sequence hits harder without spoilers

[snarltoothed]

tfw your mom lectures you on how it isn’t socially appropriate to mention that holy shit the 18 year olds at the graduation bonfire six fucking years ago including you were partaking in smoking and drinking!!! what parent wants to hear that?

then she proceeds to tell you that every time you talk she wants to slit her wrists. woman… what the fuck is your definition of “socially appropriate”…?

#r #like whatever i’ve had more serious suicide threats levelled against me #and i’m well aware at this point that the woman is insane #and i can appreciate the irony of being told i need therapy by someone who just said i make her want to kill herself by existing #like mother. you are not incorrect that i am depressed. but holy shit you just spouted off ten conspiracy theories as to why #decided that i gave myself brain damage by starting to smoke weed as a teenager #(but the teenage drinking isn’t relevant i guess?) #and told me i can’t blame everything on being poisoned and disabled by SNRIs #which… i specifically stopped talking about the actual affects of having been fucking poisoned that i live with because she was sick of it #so like not sure what i’ve blamed on that recently and i dont think i’ve ever blamed anything that is not a direct result of SNRI poisoning #but like i said. she’s so insane when it comes to me

[i-legitimately-dont-know]

current mood :/

#just feel like being dramatic pay no mind #i truly just need to go to sleep and i’ll be fine for at least a little while #i’m just frustrated with myself i feel so fucking stupid all the time and then keep putting myself in the same situation over and over again #insane shit #also just like motherfucker how are you so unaware of the shit you do and say like fucking hell #and like do you even give a fuck about me in any meaningful way or am i just an npc you can summon when you’re bored or need something #but at the same time i feel like i’m always bothering you god everything is so fucked #BUT YOU’RE LITERALLY SO CONTENT AND THAT’S WHATS REALLY FUCKED #quite literally how the fuck am i not over this i’m so tired and maybe i should’ve taken some space in december #but if i had i feel like we would’ve lost touch #and now we’re way closer than before but i can’t stop wanting shit that i can’t have and it’s pathetic #so i guess im just doomed like holy shit i want to be dating someone to move tf on but i truly don’t give a fuck about these tinder people #and like i said friends is fine and i meant it but i didn’t think it’d be so fucking hard #and with all the time we spend together like why tf don’t we just give it a shot just to see like fuck you’re not even a little curious #like am i that awful #i just wish i could care exactly the same amount as you do #i don’t wanna not be friends i’m just sick of feeling guilty cause my brain keeps saying like oh you’re a terrible friend #cause you only do xyz cause you think it’ll make them want you #and that’s not true #for the most part 🫠 #but also fuck maybe i just should not be around as much and like quietly get a little bit of distance #but i don’t want that shit lmao #wtf do i even do god i hate thisss #also fuck you cause you really have me going sometimes like things are different #but in your head you’re literally just saying things #FUCK UGH #anyway this should’ve been typed in my notes app lmao #but it’s already here and it’s almost 5am so presumably no one will see it